This time, he wasn’t holding anything back.
Fast, deep, and hard.
He looked down at her, powering himself into her, his features tight with hunger. Nothing else existed except right here and right now. The marking on her back warmed, spreading tingles throughout her entire torso and straight to her heart. He pinned her in place with his glittering gaze as much as he did with his warrior’s body.
Her heart burst with a fierce warmth. He was the most amazing male in the universe, and he was hers. Intense and beautiful—protective and possessive.
“You’re mine, Mercy O’Malley,” he said, proving it.
She could only nod, holding on with all she had. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she tried to take even more of him. Lightning zapped through her, and she broke without warning. She came hard, her body shaking, her heart thundering.
Before she could catch her breath, he grabbed her butt and tilted her, giving him deeper access.
How was it even possible? She cried out as he took her higher, giving her no choice but to climb the pinnacle again. “Logan,” she moaned. “Too much. I can’t.”
“You will.” His fangs flashed, and he scraped them along her neck. The feeling was so wickedly decadent, so inherently dangerous, that a quaking started deep inside her. Again.
Then they pierced her, right where her neck met her shoulder.
He rode her hard, and that quaking turned into a full-out tidal wave. She cried out his name, shutting her eyes, trusting him to protect her. Only then did he let himself go, thrusting one last time inside her, so deep she thought she would die, then going still, shuddering with his release.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on with the small amount of strength she had left. Then, with him still inside her, she dropped right off to sleep.
Chapter 42
Realm headquarters was stationed about five miles from demon headquarters at a private lake in Idaho. Mercy paced a small waiting room in the main lodge after Logan had kissed her and left her, promising to be back shortly. She’d already showered, and Logan had found clothing for her. Gray pencil skirt, white shirt, and yellow wedges. Just her style.
Two soldiers were stationed outside the doorway, and added to the six others she’d noticed in the lodge, she figured she was damn well protected.
And not going anywhere.
She thought back to every interaction she’d had with Logan. He was always between her and danger. And when Garrett was around, she was always positioned between them. Protected by the most dangerous warriors in history.
Damn if that didn’t make her feel a little bit special.
The room held a sofa, two overstuffed chairs, a coffee table and a stunning oil painting of a mountain range. The door opened, and President Alyssa Dawn strode in.
Mercy rushed to her, enveloping the woman in a hug. “I’m so glad you’re alive.”
The president patted her back. “Of course. I owe you my life.”
Mercy released her, heat flying into her face. The president wasn’t an overtly affectionate person, although she was a hell of a leader. “What now?”
“I don’t know.” The blonde straightened her shoulders. She wore a blue suit, complete with dangerous red high heels, her hair up in a pearl clip.
“Well, they found us nice clothing,” Mercy mused. “So they can’t be planning on killing us.” Or rather, the president. No way would Logan leave Mercy if she were in any danger. “I have to think that the Realm nations want to ally themselves with us.” Man, she hoped so.
“Where is our king?” the president asked.
As if on cue, the door opened, and Logan shoved Niall inside. “Your king has an announcement,” he said, taking up the entire doorway.
Niall wore a perfectly cut blue suit, but his hair was mussed and his lip was split. He inched gingerly into the room as if every movement hurt. “I have decided that the monarchy will return to a figurehead type of position, and I would like to devote myself to research.”
Mercy’s chin dropped and she gave Logan a look.
“What?” he asked, looking devastating in faded jeans and a green button-down shirt that brought out the myriad of colors in his eyes and stretched intriguingly across his large chest.
She tapped her foot, trying to find anger. Nope. Just amusement and a lot of gooey love.
